New life sprouts from your singed skin, you
look as though you might fall any moment, or live for a thousand years.
while others stand tall and straight in line,
reaching for the sky, you twist and turn
where will you branch out too next, where will you go
one cant know.
at least you are you, at least you are new,
I see you there delineated as me, the twisted tree;
firmly planted but forever free…